Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

The monk couldn't get rid of the rope, so he had to wriggle on the ground like an insect. Until he was lying on the ground, he turned to the direction of qianniang again. He begged for mercy and wriggled in tears, trying to get close to qianniang.

The signer frowned and looked disgusted.

Not only she, but Chang'an also felt that the monk was extremely ugly at the moment. He immediately said to his wife, "my palace was planted in such a thing at the beginning. It's too much for me. There's nothing I want to ask. What about you?"

The signer shook her head.

If it wasn't for amu's fear of Chang'an accident and pestering her to come and have a look, the signer didn't want to come here at all, and she had nothing to ask the monk. She just turned around and walked away and said, "don't worry, he can't use those spells in the future."

The leaf she gave to Chang'an is not a temporary thing, but one that can be used once and for all.

When Chang'an heard her words, his eyes lit up and he was very satisfied.

In this way, a monk is also an ordinary monk. How can we deal with an ordinary monk? Without Chang'an's dirty hands, the people around her have ways.

Obviously, the monk himself was aware of this. There was no sound of begging for mercy in a moment, and he was lying on the ground with a look of despair

If he had known that he would be planted here, he would not have come to provoke the eldest princess. At least he had cheated those squire officials before, and there was enough money for him to spend.

The signer left that night.

Maybe Chang'an had expected that she would leave at any time, and no one would force her to stay. Even when she left, she met the soldiers on patrol, who seemed not to see her and let her go.

On the contrary, Amu is the last one to know that qianniang has left. However, after qianniang left, Amu's loss is not what qianniang should care about.

She's on her own right now.

Qianniang has never divined for herself, because she can't, just like a doctor can't cure herself.

The monk would go to Chang'an yesterday, just because it would not involve her.

But she didn't expect that there was still someone staring at the monk. Instead, because the monk's business would be staring at her, this person was aiming at her, so the signer didn't even count the omen.

So that just out of the city, there was a peach sword. When the chest stabbed, the signer couldn't dodge.

Even if she is on guard, she can't escape. She is just a wooden stick and has no combat effectiveness at all.

The peach sword pierced into qianniang's heart. There was no blood, only a light golden flash. Even when the peach sword pulled away, qianniang's heart immediately healed.

And she didn't die, and she didn't become what she was.

"No way! What the hell are you? " A sound of shock came from the front.

There was a wave in the empty place, followed by a thin body wrapped in a Taoist robe.

The peach wood sword had already returned to the Taoist's hand when it was pulled away from qianniang's heart.

He was holding the peach wood sword, looking at the signer with a suspicious face. He couldn't understand that his peach wood sword had penetrated into the monster's heart. The monster was not dead, but had no sign of injury.

Of course, the signer won't die or get hurt.

There is no other reason.

Her noumenon is at least a wooden stick in the West heaven Buddha Hall. Can the things in the West heaven Buddha Hall be any ordinary things?